I pose in the grass,
Tense, alert.
My nose twitches.
My ears perk up, turning and twisting,
Listening to the small shifts and shuffles in the trees.
My tail stands stiff.
My muscles are tightened and quivering,
At the sound of leaves rustling.
My hackles rise.
Though I am silent now,
A booming thunder skips around in my throat.
WOOSH!
Something leaps from one tree to another.
I jolt through the underbrush,
My sharp eyes scanning the branches above.
My heart pounds like it’s going to burst out of my chest.
The thunder in my throat bounces out and
EXPLODES
Into ferocious, rumbling
GROWLS
And deep, echoing
BARKS!
I spot the fluffy, russet-colored demon…
SQUIRREL!!
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